Thursday, April 23, 2015

Rare fortune to witness the wonder of a pair of vultures
cleaning bones of a dead fox on rocks in deep wood
finding themselves discovered under the gaze of dogs and I.

As we approached the cliff they rose in absolute silence
with the fundamental sacred beauty of their power to float effortlessly
up and above to wait for us to pass. They had no sense of their wondrous beauty, their performance.
As much as the remains of the fox, we're simply witness to their innocent, inevitable being.